We live by day, and rest at night, we make our brains believe that we do not care a lot of what others say, but we die a little in the thought. Even though we live for attention. We hate the things that hurt us, but in secret we cherish them. We cherish dead and violence. It makes us feel alive and blessed to the comparison of those who not are.
We hate going to school and going to work. But if we stay at our homes we feel useless and bored. And we just fall into a vicious cycle of self-consciousness.
Even though we love how this factors make us feel. And even though we want to share them with the rest of the world, we keep them silent. For ages and for the eternity.
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